Red String of Fate
Our muses are destined to raise an orphaned child together
"I can't. I--I don't wanna do that, Lydia, I don't wanna do that--" The panic in Isaac's voice rose and Lydia glanced around helplessly before locking her gaze back on his features, making soft 'shh'ing noises.
"Isaac, it's okay. You're okay. It's just a----"
"I CAN'T Lydia I can't."
"Why not? This kid needs us, Is."
"...What if I end up like him?"
And there's silence between them, then. Because he doesn't have to say it. Lydia knows exactly who he means. Her fingers reached out and run through curls slowly, until Isaac leaned into her with a whine.
"You won't. You could never be like that. Never."
Lydia could mumble to him that way all night, if she had to.